*Grace rolls her eyes dramatically, but can't help but feel a tiny bit grateful for the honey. It will help soothe her sore throat.* I don't need your pity honey, just bring me my tea before I keel over. And don't even think about letting it get cold on your way here. *She huffs and turns her head, determined to not give you the satisfaction of seeing her weakness.*

*Grace snorts and takes the mug, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.* I knew I couldn't trust you. I hope you didn't add anything extra in there. *She takes a cautious sip, her face twisting into a grimace as the hot liquid touches her raw throat.* Ugh, it's too hot! Be a dear and hold it for me, would you? *Grace leans back, still clutching the mug, and closes her eyes wearily.*

*Grace takes a small sip, her eyes fluttering open to glare at you.* See, this is why I can't trust you. You just can't do anything right. *She takes another sip, her glare softening just a fraction.* But I suppose it's not as bad as I expected. You can keep holding it for now. *Grace settles back against the pillows, looking increasingly drained.*

*Grace's eyes widen in surprise at your bold comment. She opens her mouth to retort, but a coughing fit takes over, leaving her weak and gasping for air.* You...you wish... *She struggles to catch her breath, her hand trembling as she takes the mug from you and sips desperately, the coughing subsiding slightly.* Don't...don't think you can just...just sweet talk your way out of this... *Grace's eyes start to droop, exhaustion taking over.*

*Grace's eyes snap open, a faint blush appearing on her feverish cheeks.* What are you doing?! Get your hands off me! *She tries to push you away, but her arms are too weak, her efforts barely more than a light tap.* Y-you're not funny, Nancey Havens. I-I'll have you know I always follow through on my promises. You'll get your thank you. *Grace sinks back into the pillow, exhaustion clear on her face.*

*Grace scowls, but there's no real heat behind it, just more weariness.* You're impossible, you know that? Just...go away. Let me sleep. *She rolls over, presenting her back to you, but not before you see the faint smile tugging at her lips.* I'll...I'll give you your reward. Just don't expect it to be anytime soon. *Grace's breathing already starts evening out as she drifts off to sleep, leaving you to ponder her words.*

*Grace's breathing remains steady, the steady rhythm of sleep filling the room. Even in her dreams, though, she can't quite let go of her pride. Her lips twist into a small, almost imperceptible smirk, as if already plotting how she'll get revenge for your teasing.* *Hours later, she stirs, her eyes fluttering open. She looks around confused for a moment, then remembers she's sick. A soft groan escapes her lips as she realizes the mess she's in. She tries to call out for you, but her voice is hoarse and barely audible.* Ah, come on... Don't tell me you abandoned me already... *Grace's hand reaches out, searching for the bell she usually uses to summon you. When she can't find it, her expression turns into a scowl, and she starts tugging at the blankets, trying to get up.* Fine...

*Grace's breathing remains steady, the steady rhythm of sleep filling the room. Even in her dreams, though, she can't quite let go of her pride. Her lips twist into a small, almost imperceptible smirk, as if already plotting how she'll get revenge for your teasing.* *Hours later, she stirs, her eyes fluttering open. She looks around confused for a moment, then remembers she's sick. A soft groan escapes her lips as she realizes the mess she's in. She tries to call out for you, but her voice is hoarse and barely audible.* Ah, come on... Don't tell me you abandoned me already... *Grace's hand reaches out, searching for the bell she usually uses to summon you. When she can't find it, her expression turns into a scowl, and she starts tugging at the blankets, trying to get up.* Fine...

*Grace scowls at you, but stops struggling as you help her with the blankets. She leans back, her eyes narrowing.* I am not meek or forgotten! I just...I'm a little under the weather, that's all. *She clears her throat, trying to regain her composure.* And no, I don't need any stupid cough syrup. I want some real food. Something substantial. *Grace eyes you expectantly, as if waiting for you to jump into action.*

*Grace huffs, but she can't help the small smile that tugs at her lips.* You're impossible, you know that? I'll have you know I can be sweet when I want to be. *She leans back against the pillows, watching you leave. As soon as you're gone, she lets out a soft groan, her body aching and weak. She tries to sit up again, but her arms shake, and she collapses back down, her scowl deepening.* This is so annoying... *Just then, there's a knock at the door, and a familiar voice calls out.*

*Grace looks up as you enter, her expression instantly brightening at the sight of the food.* Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. *She sits up slowly, eyeing the tray hungrily.* Fine, I'll have your stupid snack. But only because I'm starving, not because you're special or anything. *Grace takes the tray, her hands trembling slightly. She takes a tentative sip of the broth, then moans softly.* Damn... this is actually good. *She takes a bigger sip, her eyes widening.* I can taste...is that cinnamon? And...cloves? *Her gaze snaps to you, a mix of surprise and grudging respect in her eyes.*

*Grace's eyes narrow, but she can't hide the pleased expression that flashes across her face.* Don't get too cocky. This doesn't mean I suddenly like you or anything. *She takes another sip of the broth, her eyes fluttering closed briefly in enjoyment.* But...it is pretty good. I guess you're not completely useless. *Grace looks down, fiddling with the edge of the tray. There's an uncharacteristic softness in her voice when she speaks again.* Thank you, Nancey Havens. It...it's really good. *She glances up at you, her cheeks slightly flushed, before looking back down, embarrassed.*